The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 92 Shadow Assassin (47)

"Whether you admit it or not, you are him. Even if you have no memory..." Feitong paused for a moment, her eyes flashed slightly, and she suddenly remembered that Long Xi also had no memory of Mo Ye.

The red lips pursed, and she realized that everything she said seemed to be wrong now.

The more it gets messed up.

Why can't feelings be as simple and clear as addition and subtraction?
"Anyway, I have something else to do, farewell!" Feitong was also overwhelmed by boredom, and even used the spell regardless.

A purple light flashed, and the woman in red couldn't catch it like smoke, and disappeared before Qian Yuan's eyes.

The atmosphere gradually became silent, and the whole room was filled with condensed pressure.

Only the figure sitting in the center is bleak, cold and crazy.

A pair of pupils suppressed the blood, and clasped the wooden table with both hands, leaving deep holes.

At this moment, Qian Yuan hated it.

I hate Feitong for walking so carelessly, and I hate Mo Ye for not cherishing her.

Strong feelings are like a key that bursts open a lock.

The aftermath caused the entire room to be leveled.

"Lord!"

The assassin waiting outside the house thought what had happened and immediately ducked in.

But was shocked by the shattered wounds inside.

His eyes moved to Qian Yuan, and before he could take a closer look, he was overwhelmed by a powerful force and bowed to the ground.

The eyes suddenly hurt, the surroundings were suddenly dark, and there was a roar in the ears, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

"Master... Lord..."

Qian Yuan, or Mo Ye, who came in real form, had a cold and lofty face, sweeping past him like an ant.

He raised his foot to chase after Hong Tong.

"Sir, please wait!" There was a wave of fluctuation in the air, faintly smelling of alcohol.

"Yuelao, do you still want to argue?" Mo Ye easily grabbed the thin red thread, and with a little force, it all shattered.

"No, no, no." Yuelao, dressed in red, appeared in mid-air with a bottle of wine in his hand.

This area was sealed off long ago when Mo Ye's real body came, and mortals couldn't see them.

"I just don't want my beloved disciple to disappear from heaven and earth because of your love."

"How dare you say it again!" As Mo Ye spoke, the power around him doubled again, and even Yue Lao felt his legs were a little weak.

Really worthy of being the Supreme Master.

Yue Lao took a sip of wine and continued: "Tongtong is transformed by red thread, and emotion is the source of her power. If you want to wipe out the last trace of emotion she has for you, don't you just want her to die?"

"boom!"

As soon as Yue Lao finished speaking, he was blown to the ground by a strong fan, digging a deep hole.

"Yuelao, do you want to die?" As long as he thought of that possibility, Mo Ye felt his heart hurt bloody.

It was like I had experienced the pain of losing everything and the whole world turned gray.

"Ahem." Yuelao got up from the gravel, and took another sip of wine in a leisurely manner.

His reaction like this just proved the possibility of his further compromise.

Yuelao secretly smiled, but his expression was very gloomy. As expected, no one can escape the word love.

"Your Majesty, as Yuelao, of course I want to match lovers. If I'm an ordinary person, it's easy to say.

But between you and Tongtong, all kinds of complications cannot be solved by a few words or a simple arrangement. "

Mo Ye stared at him coldly, but also listened carefully to his words.

"Do you know what is the root of the conflict between you and Scarlet Tong?"

Mo Ye said: "I used to ignore her kindness to me."

Thinking of what she said about Jiutian Hantan, Mo Ye's big hands clenched tightly into fists again.

"No! The source is the memory of that life."

(End of this chapter)